[ Edmund was once told that there are many stories, and you are not told any story but your own. Robb's story, his siblings' stories, and the part that Theon plays in it: they are one and the same, and yet different people will see different things, know different parts of the story. If only they could share it with each other, and perhaps there would be room to heal.

Though, on the off-chance that it isn't meant to be, it will be a hell of a thing to keep to yourself all these years. ]

Obviously more than you want to say to me.

[ Edmund shows him a small quirk of his lips. ]

I imagine that you would have wished to express it, if King Robb would only listen, with his anger and stubbornness opposing yours.